Light in the windows

Contrast with the shadows

Not as dark as midnight

Not as soft as sunset

Not as calm as sunrise

There are no birds

I don’t know if there is wind or rain

Warmth or cold

I am in my dark room

Laying still hoping and praying that my body will concede

Rest and prayer

Joyful moments through the charged stillness keep me

Colors blur together

Reds yellows and blues

All make a symphony of an inactive home